Learning to live again
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,714
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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A hard fist fell on his stomach efficiently knocking the breath out of him and putting a stop to all his struggles. He knew that fighting was a stupid thing to do but he couldn’t help it, he just couldn’t stand this man’s touch. Taking advantage of his temporary non struggling state, his master tied his wrists to his bed and crushed him with his heavy weight.
He felt those hated hands touch his body and that rough voice telling him how good he felt and how he couldn’t wait to feel his encasing walls around his cock. His tights were brutally shoved open and something hard pressed at his entrance. He knew what was to come and that made him fight desperately to get free.
His master just laughed at him and he felt the now familiar searing pain of his most intimate part being penetrated. He cried out in pain and tried to get free only to be impaled more forcefully on the hard organ. His master began to pound in his heat and quiet sobs escaped the poor slave’s mouth. The thrusting became more and more hard and desperate and the pain almost overwhelming.
He closed his eyes and tried to distance himself from the things happening to his body but the agony was too much to bear and never ceased to bring him back to it. He felt an unbearable heat shoot in his cavern and after a few more thrusts his master went still. His wrists were untied and his master pulled out of his body. He felt cum trickling out of his ass and a strong wave of self revulsion hit him. He was disgusted and it was becoming too much for him.
When he was sure his master had fallen asleep, he slowly got up and went to the marble washbasin he had broken earlier that morning in a fit of rage. He took one of the sharp pieces and put it deep into his wrist. He smiled at the small pain it bought when all his body was aching so badly: he would be out of this nightmare soon. He closed his eyes and sank to the ground feeling his own blood trickle down his hand, sliding across his tight and pool on the ground, soon…
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Slowly, almost lazily, long eyelashes opened to reveal veiled golden eyes. It had been that dream again, or that memory to be more exact. He closed his eyes again, trying to remember what had happened for him to be currently in a little bed in that painted completely in white little bedroom. Was it a new attempt of his owner to get to him?
He felt a warm hand quietly take his as a sensual voice said something in a singing accent. He curiously didn’t feel the urge to snatch his hand away as his tired brain tried to register what had just been said to him. As the words sank at last, his puzzled mind tried to figure out if he had heard right. Why would someone ask if he was okay? He was just a slave and no one had cared one way or another for almost 10 years. The only times he had being treated for his injuries being when he was ill and therefore could not pleasure his master and even then the doctors were not really allowed to touch him.
His hand was gently squeezed and he carefully opened his eyes again. Worried green eyes were the first thing he noticed and suddenly everything came crashing back to him. He remembered the entry of so many men in his usually empty bedroom, the pain of being shoved to a hard body by his already painful wrist and the blackness as his head had been hit by something hard. He slowly tried to sit but the resulting pain made him gasp and stop any movement.
A cold cloth was gently placed on his forehead and he gasped again at the pleasurable action. He looked at the man next to him in near awe and was rewarded by a warm smile.
“It’s okay. You are safe now” the man said.
He tried to answer only to choke on his parchment dry throat. He felt a strong arm circle his back and lift him to a sitting position as a strong cough wracked his thin body. The green eyes man helped him to drink some water from a little glass. When his throat was hydrated enough, he was slowly leveled to the small bed again.
“Wh…who are you? What happened?” he asked in his usual small, near murmuring voice.
“My name is Alavas, as to what happened it is a little complicated. What is your name?”
“I… I don’t remember.” He said and it was true, his master had always called him pet and he couldn’t remember how his parents used to call him. As Demodred’s pet, nobody had had the permission to call him anything but pet.
“Well we will just have to find you a new name until you remember yours. What about … Tansa?”
“Tansa?” He tried the name liking the way the other had pronounced it, and liking it almost instantly. “Okay”
“So how do you feel Tansa?”
“I… Why do you ask?”
Green eyes studied him intently and he could read puzzlement in the strong gaze. He watched mesmerized as the puzzlement changed to fury. Had se said something wrong? He didn’t want to make that man angry with him, so far he had been so gentle.
“I’m sorry, I… didn’t want to make you angry…”
Alavas seemed surprised for a moment before he quickly said:
“It’s not you I’m angry with you know, don’t worry.” his gaze gentle again.
“You shouldn’t touch me, my master hates it when people touch me…” Tansa said, hoping the man in front of him didn’t listen to his advice, the strong and warm hand encasing his feeling comforting.
Fury appeared in Alavas’ eyes and he took Tansa’s jaw in his other hand, making the golden eyes meet his green ones. “Your master was arrested. You are free now. From now on you are the only one who decides who is to touch you or not. Do you understand?”
Golden eyes widened in surprise as Tansa to process what he had just said and tried to understand what that implied. He already had difficulties believing the «master was arrested» part. The fact that he was free just seemed impossible. How many times had he tried to get free? The only result had always been a terrible punishment as his hopes were crushed to the ground. Could he trust that man?
Seeing the doubts in his eyes, Alavas said: “I’m telling you the truth, you can believe me. Did I give you any reason not to? You don’t need to worry; I’m going to take care of you from now on, you’ll never be hurt like that again.”
Muscles he did not know were tense suddenly relaxed and for the first time since he had met his master he felt safe. He didn’t really know why but he found himself already trusting Alavas. He suddenly felt really tired and closed his eyes murmuring a quiet thank you before sleep claimed his body again, pain a faraway thing.
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A hard fist fell on his stomach efficiently knocking the breath out of him and putting a stop to all his struggles. He knew that fighting was a stupid thing to do but he couldn’t help it, he just couldn’t stand this man’s touch. Taking advantage of his temporary non struggling state, his master tied his wrists to his bed and crushed him with his heavy weight.
He felt those hated hands touch his body and that rough voice telling him how good he felt and how he couldn’t wait to feel his encasing walls around his cock. His tights were brutally shoved open and something hard pressed at his entrance. He knew what was to come and that made him fight desperately to get free.
His master just laughed at him and he felt the now familiar searing pain of his most intimate part being penetrated. He cried out in pain and tried to get free only to be impaled more forcefully on the hard organ. His master began to pound in his heat and quiet sobs escaped the poor slave’s mouth. The thrusting became more and more hard and desperate and the pain almost overwhelming.
He closed his eyes and tried to distance himself from the things happening to his body but the agony was too much to bear and never ceased to bring him back to it. He felt an unbearable heat shoot in his cavern and after a few more thrusts his master went still. His wrists were untied and his master pulled out of his body. He felt cum trickling out of his ass and a strong wave of self revulsion hit him. He was disgusted and it was becoming too much for him.
When he was sure his master had fallen asleep, he slowly got up and went to the marble washbasin he had broken earlier that morning in a fit of rage. He took one of the sharp pieces and put it deep into his wrist. He smiled at the small pain it bought when all his body was aching so badly: he would be out of this nightmare soon. He closed his eyes and sank to the ground feeling his own blood trickle down his hand, sliding across his tight and pool on the ground, soon…
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Slowly, almost lazily, long eyelashes opened to reveal veiled golden eyes. It had been that dream again, or that memory to be more exact. He closed his eyes again, trying to remember what had happened for him to be currently in a little bed in that painted completely in white little bedroom. Was it a new attempt of his owner to get to him?
He felt a warm hand quietly take his as a sensual voice said something in a singing accent. He curiously didn’t feel the urge to snatch his hand away as his tired brain tried to register what had just been said to him. As the words sank at last, his puzzled mind tried to figure out if he had heard right. Why would someone ask if he was okay? He was just a slave and no one had cared one way or another for almost 10 years. The only times he had being treated for his injuries being when he was ill and therefore could not pleasure his master and even then the doctors were not really allowed to touch him.
His hand was gently squeezed and he carefully opened his eyes again. Worried green eyes were the first thing he noticed and suddenly everything came crashing back to him. He remembered the entry of so many men in his usually empty bedroom, the pain of being shoved to a hard body by his already painful wrist and the blackness as his head had been hit by something hard. He slowly tried to sit but the resulting pain made him gasp and stop any movement.
A cold cloth was gently placed on his forehead and he gasped again at the pleasurable action. He looked at the man next to him in near awe and was rewarded by a warm smile.
“It’s okay. You are safe now” the man said.
He tried to answer only to choke on his parchment dry throat. He felt a strong arm circle his back and lift him to a sitting position as a strong cough wracked his thin body. The green eyes man helped him to drink some water from a little glass. When his throat was hydrated enough, he was slowly leveled to the small bed again.
“Wh…who are you? What happened?” he asked in his usual small, near murmuring voice.
“My name is Alavas, as to what happened it is a little complicated. What is your name?”
“I… I don’t remember.” He said and it was true, his master had always called him pet and he couldn’t remember how his parents used to call him. As Demodred’s pet, nobody had had the permission to call him anything but pet.
“Well we will just have to find you a new name until you remember yours. What about … Tansa?”
“Tansa?” He tried the name liking the way the other had pronounced it, and liking it almost instantly. “Okay”
“So how do you feel Tansa?”
“I… Why do you ask?”
Green eyes studied him intently and he could read puzzlement in the strong gaze. He watched mesmerized as the puzzlement changed to fury. Had se said something wrong? He didn’t want to make that man angry with him, so far he had been so gentle.
“I’m sorry, I… didn’t want to make you angry…”
Alavas seemed surprised for a moment before he quickly said:
“It’s not you I’m angry with you know, don’t worry.” his gaze gentle again.
“You shouldn’t touch me, my master hates it when people touch me…” Tansa said, hoping the man in front of him didn’t listen to his advice, the strong and warm hand encasing his feeling comforting.
Fury appeared in Alavas’ eyes and he took Tansa’s jaw in his other hand, making the golden eyes meet his green ones. “Your master was arrested. You are free now. From now on you are the only one who decides who is to touch you or not. Do you understand?”
Golden eyes widened in surprise as Tansa to process what he had just said and tried to understand what that implied. He already had difficulties believing the «master was arrested» part. The fact that he was free just seemed impossible. How many times had he tried to get free? The only result had always been a terrible punishment as his hopes were crushed to the ground. Could he trust that man?
Seeing the doubts in his eyes, Alavas said: “I’m telling you the truth, you can believe me. Did I give you any reason not to? You don’t need to worry; I’m going to take care of you from now on, you’ll never be hurt like that again.”
Muscles he did not know were tense suddenly relaxed and for the first time since he had met his master he felt safe. He didn’t really know why but he found himself already trusting Alavas. He suddenly felt really tired and closed his eyes murmuring a quiet thank you before sleep claimed his body again, pain a faraway thing.
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